Kenya Urban

When I write I give birth to a daughter, opinionated and deep, a brown eye beauty, locks for hair, african at best.

Her skin burnt from over use of ink. Playing
hopscotch through epic word play, alliteration
fabricated from my dancing with acquainted nights.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

friends of mine just returned from a trip to Johannesburg, so from me the obligatory
"how was it"? But impressions can give in to fictional representations if your not really careful.
My tall friend Carolyn said she wanted to visit the more tribal Africa perhaps (as she said)
to get a richer experience. I digress.

I love this title..."Kenya Urban" like "Blue Monk" where each and every cord by Thelonious Monk
was a concerted effort to be as un-bluesy as one could imagine. Just more deliberate and measured.
This poem is also very deliberate and measured while still conveying the notions of a daughters
birth...It's ok if poetry is lovely...

dana

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the want and need of the poem.
"When I write I give birth to a daughter, opinionated and deep, a brown eye beauty, locks for hair, african at best. "
You create strong visions and thoughts. Our children we want strong and able to accept the hardness of living. I enjoyed this poem. You said a lot in so few words.
Coyote

[Kurl Urban]

Thank you for your review, it captures the true intention of the piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. You made your point.

[Kurl Urban]

Definitely, I think of it as an even greater honor. I've been trying to do such for a while now.

[Magnus]

What a mind! I love the way you wrote this! Its diverse yet vastly rich. May I have the honour of doing a piece with you? A duet in writting if you may call it that!